The party kept to darkness, silently avoiding the swimming rays of the fluorescence bulb, which drove the darkness to the corners of the compound. The night remained like a cemetery, its quietness in perfect line with the silent footfalls of the meandering party.
Matt felt his weight crushing the balls of his toes as his phalanges started to hurt; only God knows how long they have been tip-toeing. He prays they would stop soon, for he was barley feeling his toes even though he had boots on.
As if his prayers were chiming in the hearts of his companies, Raz signaled the party to stop; they stood behind the wall and observed the entrance.
So far, there were only two guys standing at the door. Each in navy blue uniform, wearing a hard exhausted looks. They were armless and were staring ahead into the night, as if waiting for the sun to pulp out over the horizon and save them the weariness.
